Posted by Simguy on 7/10/2008, 11:29 pm

Before: Gabrielle coming to prominence with slick-boxing beatdown of Jennifer Lopez—taking advantage if methodical Latina tendencies; can something similar be down with Garner? “I think so,” Gabrielle says with an earnest nod. “You look at tape of Jen from 5 years ago and compare it to today, and you’ll see her tempo’s come down. Jen doesn’t like things to happen too fast—she likes that grinder’s pace now, and I don’t give that to girls.  I’ll be in and out on Jen, mixin’ it up, touchin’ her tummy, checkin’ her chin—she’s going to have a very hard time with my speed and angles.”

Garner acknowledging the threat—taking no chances with Ms. Union. “Gabrielle proved against Lopez just how slick and effective she can be,” Jen admits at the podium. “I don’t want to be the next A-List scalp Gabby takes: I’m polishing up every part of my game I need to, to get after this girl. I know I’m not as fast—that’s a given—but I am bigger and stronger. Good fighters dictate terms: I’m going to make this fight about my strength rather than her quicks.”

Gabrielle in baby boue cashmere crochet bikini; slick ponytail; white gloves. Jen in crimson bikini; black gloves; messy ponytail with bangs.

During R1: Gabby darts in and down, jabbing Jen’s tummy—leaping away from the receipt, circling left. Garner dukes up, nostrils flaring, crouching forward as she cautiously walks her slickster down. Gabby changes direction—prowling to her right: she stops, rakes Jen’s guard an overhand right; rips Jen’s tummy a spanking hook as Gabby’s shifting weight to back (rightA0 foot. Gabrielle stoops, jabs Jen’s tummy, then straightens to cuff Hen;s right ear a hook: Union pivoting crisply clockwise, has Garner stumbling in confusion early. Gabby keeps it up—stitching in and out, sidestepping pretty, constantly wrong-footing Garner, ringing her up tart, energetic strikes. Down the stretch, Gabby deploying the right hand from a tightly curled set position at her chest—she rings Jen a pair of right hands to chin that have garner flabbergasted at the bell. Union brightening, glancing at Jen’s backside and grinning at the unhappy wobble thereupon. Shutout GU.

R2: Gabrielle enjoys another happy minute of harassing, turning, and potshotting Garner before Jen can start to find the range. JG finally getting the jab on Gabrielle—breaking up Union rushes and starting to win initiative for exchanges. Garner cutting off the ring, squaring up on Union and landing thudding right hands against the girl’s stomach and leftside ribs. Union flustered—closing her stance and looking to roll shots, then counter on the inside: crowd pleasing back-and-forth develops as Union flurries are answered by slamming Garner receipts. Gabby brave, sturdy on the inside—struggling shoulder to shoulder with Jen and polish Garner’s torso to good effect—but this is Jen’s fight. Garner landing murderous, rising right hands up into Gabby’s ribcage; lacing short left uppercuts and hooks to chin and waist inside. Bell: Union mouthbreathing, separating from Jen with a hurting glare as Garner forces alpha-female eye contact.

R3: Hammer. And. Tongs. Jen gets it going with a robust walking barrage of rights and lefts to the waist and torso, clubbing Gabby length o’the ring. Union firms at the ropes, toggling Jen’s chin a tic-toc left right off the front (left) foot—pivoting right to reload that springy right and chopping it extra to Jen’s chin. GARNER’S LEGS GIVE WAY! She stumbles to her right, getting herself turned—now SHE’S back-to-ropes, covering up hurt. Gabby snarling, lets her hands go—blistering flurry of blows slapping and batting at Jen’s head and shoulders, beating her to a seat in the ropes, Sensing victory—Gabby plants on her lead (left) leg to ref hooks up into Jenny’s ribs—placing three murderous blows to digging effect, but EATING A HOOK IN EXCHANGE! Union’s legs rebel—spilling her backward—SHE’S all hurt, eyes glassy, hands drooping to waist level. Garner cut at the hairline, stumbling forward: she kisses a lead right hand flush off Gabby’s face, then steps in close to bury the left hook deep to Union’s tummy. Groan of pain, Gabby, but she recovers just in time to pump a robust series of lefts and rights to Jennifer’s tummy, cramping the former champ up. Garner’s knees bend, then straighten; she suddenly elects to hook Union’s mouth, catching Gabrielle in between punches, union stumbles to her right, hands stacked right atop left at her tummy: Garner stomps in off the Union left flank, chopping a short right hand over Gabby’s left shoulder, smashing her face hard to starboard, Union jerked a quarter turn to her right, reels face first into ropes: she instinctively grabs ropes, holding herself up as her legs fail. Garner heartless, mindless: she strides in, tucking a short muscular right hand to the left of Gabby’s spine—paralyzing what’s left of Union’s legs. Left hand takes Gabby in the belly—then Jenn leans in, pushing and bodying to roll Gabrielle onto her back at the ropes. Right to the body, left to the tummy. Jen stays in there, squares up big-girl: plugging rights and lefts jam into lungs and breast of Union, beating the breath from her body. Gabrielle groaning, gets bludgeoned to a seat—her hands up over her head in a don’t-hurt-me turtle defence. Ref bodies a seething Jen garner back; 10 count passes a sobbing Union by as she buries her face in her upraised knees at the ropes. KO3 in brutal fashion—Jennifer Garner.

After: Garner scowling, pacing—takes her several moments to get her heart rate down after an uncharacteristically wild, brawling conclusion. Tractorpull scribe, not respecting Jen’s cool-down period, gets in her face and grills her about the kidney punch that effectively crippled Gabrielle at the end: Garner palms the clown’s face and pushes him away, prompting officials to come in and physically escort the superstar out of the ring. Jen testy after this fight—obviously roiled up by union’s challenge, and the increasing media scrutiny following the Theron series.

Reposted by Archer 8/15/09